Gorno-Altaisk

Deep in the Mountains of Siberia,

a symphony of barking dogs echoes the area.

The sun is hot in the sky,

white clouds drift north, high and dry.

The wilderness is as wide as deep,

very few animals even dare to creep.

The people carry a permanent poker face…

literally, they are an amazing race.

They live in harmony, outside of time and space…

we have a lot to learn…it could start with slowing our pace.

Krystal Light

One fortuitous sun-up in May, I awoke midday. I wandered through a park... until it was dark. Passed by this fellow named Pete, it was fate that we should meet. I'm a writer with a voice, we all have that choice.... Shifting Circles allows us all to share... for mother earth, everyone should care. I have a story, long and deep, but it is the future we need to reap.